Parveen Sethi writes

The silence echoed in the wombs of agony,
to be born  into a shriek loud enough to pierce the heart of the night
The morning brought with it no let up in pain
The fabric of despair constantly spun on the swift wheel of morbid life,
hung loosely on her soul as if afraid to cling too closely in fear of being scorched
Made of fire, reduced to ashes  but the last embers of hope still sparkled through her 
She was not beaten yet, not consumed fully by the ruthless paranoia of love and life
Frantically with both hands she dug deep inside her soul to exhume her own corpse
As she struggled to step towards the rising dawn, twines grew out  from the seeds of desire once carelessly sown and clung to her feet
Snipping them deftly with her trembling  hands, she carefully gathered her scatttered dreams
Clutching tightly to them she moved ahead as the brittle twigs of remorse crackled under her heavy feet
Decisions though tough this time were made by a ruthless mind
Absolved of all blame the once tender heart let out a sigh of relief
A spark of  vengeance in her core shone through her deep crimson eyes
Reborn out of rubble, there was no stopping her this time

Out to devour all that had consumed her once
Beware love, be on guard life  she is back and  out to strike